Earlier this year caught a number of moles at this garden in Much Wenlock, and we were called back recently to trap the mole infestation, which was disrupting the mowing and providing unsightly mole hills on the lawn's surface.

After setting a number of tunnel traps, they were checked earlier this week and we were pleased to have caught a juvenile, with more to catch the mole traps were reset and will be checked again soon.

How else do they get to decide who gets to infest and overun this garden or that lawn?

They stand on platforms like 'getting more worms into the ground,' 'building bigger and longer tunnels,' and 'damaging the most flower beds.'

They're judged on the number of mole hills they can erupt on a lawn in the space of one night, and they're held accountable to their election promises by a horde of viscious protesting moles, who'll stop at nothing to destroy fields and gardens.

A mole election is know as "MoleMont". All the moles in the area gather in one big field, underground of course. You might feel the ground shaking in fact as they all scurry to their meeting place, vacating their tunnels in a stampede of claws.

When they're all assembled, they hear from the candidates. Stories of broken human feet thanks to well placed tunnels and prized flowers destroyed in a flurry of a dirt.

Then, all the moles cast their ballots by pushing up dirt into the mole hill for their chosen candidate.

If you were to watch this, you'd see enormous mole hills just erupting slowly overnight, as they get bigger and bigger.

When the winner is declared, the moles celebrate and dig a massive tunnel together, before attempting to get it close to collapse in, as a sign of victory for the chosen candidate.

That's why if you ever see a huge pothole one morning, it's usually a sign of an election. Those sinkholes you read about are actually the result of "MoleMont" elections.

There's one enemy of the 'MoleMont", a sworn defender of the Shropshire countryside and the democratic right of humans to enjoy lawns and gardens free of mole hills.

And that is Mr. Mole Man.

If you think a "MoleMont" may be happening, be sure to call Mr. Mole Man, so that he can gatecrash the party and break things up!

Upon discovering this recent article on what it’s like to work under the streets of London on the new Cross Rail underground, we got to thinking.

Is tunnelling under London like being a mole in the ground in Shropshire?

These workers practically live under the ground, day and night, 24 hours a day. Just like moles. They burrow tunnels in largely straight lines, just like moles. And they dig out ventilation shafts to the surface, just like moles.

But unlike moles, they don’t leave dirty great big mounds of earth on the ground. Can you imagine the chaos that would cause on the streets of London?

Tunnel Collapses

And they make sure that their tunnels have an incredible amount of support. Trains will be barrelling down these tunnels, and there are a lot of buildings up above. They won’t be collapsing any time soon.

But a mole’s tunnel? Well they don’t care about anything collapsing. They’ll go back and just dig it again. So if you’ve got a mole, you’ll find yourself falling into tunnels or be watching your garden and flower beds cave in.

Speed and Time

These tunnels in the capital have been planned to perfection, making sure they don’t hit anything they shouldn’t. They’ve taken years to work out the 73 miles of tunnels, and even longer to dig. Cross Rail won’t be complete until 2018.

It takes a lot of manpower, with a lot of breaks.

They should just get a mole down there.

A mole works rapidly to dig tunnels, barely stopping for a break. They rotate between sleep and work every 4 hours, digging around the clock.

They ruin your garden in no time at all. You won’t have to wait a few days, let alone until 2018

Expertise

To tunnel under London, new staff have to go the tunnelling academy, and learn how to do it correctly.

Moles don’t need any training. They’re experts from pretty much the day they’re born. In fact, they’re born to dig. They don’t mess around.

And they show off too.

Under London, the Cross Rail work is hidden. You might not even know it’s there until you end up travelling down one of the tunnels one day in the future.

A mole’s work isn’t hidden.

It’s on display for everyone to see.

The Cross Rail work is something to be proud of. A mole’s work - not so much.

You won’t be proud of your garden once a mole has tunnelled through it, without a thought for the planning or care you’ve put into it.

And whilst the tunnellers on Cross Rail are paid good money to work there, you’ll likely be paying to get rid of a mole, not to keep it.

However, if it can return your garden to its former beauty, and ensure those tunnels are kept to London, and not under your property, well, it’s certainly worth the money. That’s why Mr. Mole Man is here.

I was called to this property in Grinshill which has seen unprecedented mole activity, and we have been knocking the moles back continually.We removed a large number of the mole traps on the previous visit, in line with the reduced activity. However we strategically left 4 mole traps in place, and we're pleased to have removed one final mole.

The decision was taken to to remove all the traps this time, as no further hills had appeared.The customer was delighted with the service received, and he will be calling us back if the hills appear again.

I was called to this residence in Grinshill which has of late seen quite an explosion in mole activity, there were quite literally mole hills everywhere, but now there is light at the end of the mole tunnel. After continually trapping the moles within the grounds, the population has been steadily reduced, providing an effective method of control, with visible results.

If you have a mole infestation in your land then please contact me to arrange a free consultation.

We all have loved ones who we want to share Valentines Day with, but sometimes, we need to take the time to think about other things we really love. And this year, it’s all about loving the outdoors, but more specifically, loving something very close to us.

Many of us truly do love it. Some of us don’t appreciate it for what it is. But all of us would be devastated if it was gone. This Valentine’s Day, the mantra is all about loving thy lawn!

Because there is nothing nicer than a stunning green view on a summer afternoon, a spring time walk across some beautiful grass, or a fantastic garden party with friends and family. And for all of these, you need a pristine lawn.

A lawn which is completely even, with perfectly cut grass all the way across. A flat lawn which is totally green, with not a hint of dirt in sight. A lawn where nothing is out of place, perfect for entertaining, perfect for playing on, and perfect for just looking at.

So how do you show this lawn the love it deserves? Well, you look after it, and you nurture it. And you save it from invaders. Evil, horrible invaders like moles! Because a mole is a lawn’s worst enemy. A mole on your lawn is like a slap in the face. It’s a nightmare. All those terrible mole hills, mud and dirt everywhere, and those collapsed tunnels mean a lawn you can’t even stand to look at, let alone walk on.

Not very loving at all, if you let a mole get underneath your lawn.

That’s why this Valentines Day you should show your lawn some true love, by calling out Mr. Mole Man. He’ll make sure there’s not a mole in sight and ensure you can truly enjoy your lawn for the coming months!

I've been asked to control the moles in this Shropshire school's grounds during half term, havingtaken 7 already they will see a marked difference in the number of mole hills erupting; allowing more space on the pitch to be used, reducing compaction of the ground.

Three moles taken from a school's ground, taking the total to seven this week. These are all adult moles, in well established tunnels, however the size of the infestation is limiting the activity space for the children. With three visits over seven days, Mr Mole Man can maximise the effect trapping will have on this Shropshire school's playing field.